Close-some airChoking in clean underwearBleeding tongueEight ball pounding in my lungsShip to shoreI can't see the coastline anymoreI shouldn't be hereI thought I made that loud and clear

But the master of disasterGets tangled in his telecasterHe can't play it any fasterWhen he plays the bluesWhen he had the heart to ask herAnd every note just shook the plasterNow he's just a mean old bastardWhen he plays the blues

China townChasing that old dragon downMadam Wong'sWe play the blues with the curtains drawnSidewalks of whiteWhile the LA sun beat out the nightPounding brainMy last transmission down the drain

And the master of disasterGets tangled in his telecasterHe can't play it any fasterWhen he plays the bluesWhen he had the heart to ask herAnd every note just shook the plasterNow he's just a mean old bastardWhen he plays the blues

There's a debt I oweI'll never pay before I goSo I sing the bluesHand me down my walking shoesYou're in my heartThough we may be miles apartThere's my pointI'll see you in another joint

When the master of disasterGets tangled in his telecasterHe can't play it any fasterWhen he plays the bluesWhen he had the heart to ask herAnd every note just shook the plasterNow he's just a mean old bastardWhen he plays the blues